The cumbersome and weird symbols were quickly written on the snow-covered surface by Charles on the branches. The force specially controlled made the symbols look quite small, but after a while, the snow-white surface in front of him was still covered with a large area of ​​strange words.

The horses behind him were neighing continuously. Not far away, a large number of troops were packing up their camps, sorting out supplies, and preparing to return to the Great Wall of Desperate.

Of course, not all.

"Sir, I'm busy, I don't have time to pay attention to you." The sound of guards blocking people came from behind. Charles' ears moved, but he did not stop his actions.

"I have something to say to the adults." A slightly green word rang out immediately.

"It's not okay if you have something to do, sir..." Before the guard finished speaking, he was interrupted by Charles.

"Jon Snow?"

"Yes, sir." The man behind him hurriedly replied.

"What's the matter for me?" He put down the branches in his hand, and Charles turned to look at him.

“I want to stay here.”

The other party replied, his voice a little nervous, "As a night watchman, the enemy north of the Great Wall is our responsibility, so I have this responsibility and obligation, and I will definitely need a guide to help when you return. I have already remembered the route when I came, and I can..."

Charles kept listening to the delicate young man in front of him finishing his words, and finally shook his head. "No."

"Why?"

“No reason.”

After waved his hand, Charles ignored him.

The sound of the guards driving away from behind and the depressed sound of the young man came into his ears, but gradually became smaller and eventually the surroundings became quiet again.

The large troops not far away have basically been prepared.

Without the power of the alien gods, the three-eyed crow could already build bridges on the surrounding blockade line, so after learning about this, Charles decided to call the army back to the Great Wall.

When dealing with the next big enemy, the more power you have, the better, but in fact, in this mountainside area, there are too many people, you can't even use it.

In addition, Charles did not think that ordinary people could injure dragons with ordinary weapons, so excluding limited personnel, most of the troops had already begun to prepare to leave the place under his order.

"After all, I'm not sure if I can resurrect you for a second time."

Murmuring, he began to "work" with concentration.

There is nothing wrong in reality, and life is basically regular and boring every day. Due to the time difference, he has actually practiced the magic circle at hand almost. However, for some reason, even though seven days have passed, the people in the church have not come to find him, as if they have forgotten him.

Shire was eager for this, and in addition, he had the current situation to be busy with in the world of the song of Ice and Fire, so he did not take the initiative to deliver it to his door.

For the current Shire, the primary priority is to kill the "final boss" of this world and then open the door to a new world.

He has been preparing for this for a long time.

"Although the daughter of light is very weak, it is not something you can get trapped casually. And even if you can trap the daughter of light, you will never be able to kill her." It seemed as if the sharp voice coming with the wind came into his ears, interrupting his movements again.

Charles looked up at a black crow that quietly landed on the branch not far away, and smiled at him: "Absolutely? Just like a strange god?"

"You did not kill the alien god." The black crow's three eyes looked at Charles.

“But it never appeared again.”

The crow shook his little head when he heard this, as if helpless about Charles's persistence.

Because Charles wanted to know the details of the enemy, the daughter of light naturally could not hide the matter of the Three-Eyed Crow.

The other party did not agree with Charles's idea, because in his opinion, although the daughter of light who became Rahlo became cruel and cruel, she still belonged to the good side of the world and should have belonged to the same group as them.

However, he did not try to stop Shire. Seeing that he could not dissuade him, he was just silent. After a long time, he spoke again: "The breath of the night lion is missing."

"Hasn't he swallowed by the alien god?"

"After you took away the alien god, he should have been born again."

"Maybe he might be born a while later."

Charles answered absent-mindedly.

The three-eyed crow faintly felt that Charles should know something, but he was not sure about this, so he finally "looked" Charles for a few glances, and then flapped his wings and left silently.

Without the existence of the alien god, the most powerful green prophet among the "old gods" has gradually recovered a little of the power it should have.

Shire didn't care about this.

As long as the other party does not affect his plan, he will even be happy to see it happen.

Thinking, the last stroke passed by, got up, looked at the dense secret symbols under his feet, and kicked it a few times.

He then turned around and left the place.

The guards followed him closely. Along the way, countless soldiers in the camp saluted him, their eyes filled with reverence and fanaticism.

That is the "sequelae" after the death.

But Charle ignored these things and stepped into his tent. After instructing the guard to hold the door, he sat on the bed and held the brown scepter on his knees.

To exert the binding magic array, you must have sufficient spiritual power and corresponding spiritual bodies.

It goes without saying where to find these.

For Shire at this time, he also had the ability to "take out" the spirits inside, instead of just watching but not moving like before.

...

The sky is dark, the earth is shrouded in gray mist, and the surroundings are also hazy. Walking in it, Charles looks like a white ghost, looking so conspicuous and unique.

The black space with gray fog seemed to be like this forever. As we kept moving forward, human phantom flashed through the surrounding fog. They basically looked dull, standing there, muttering to themselves, or turning around and doing all kinds of inexplicable things.

There is no normal communication at all.

"So where should I find those dragon souls?" murmured, Charles frowned.

This space accommodates hundreds of thousands of souls, which is very large, so large that after entering it, Charles has basically been in a "lost state".

In this case, although the dragon souls are very conspicuous, it probably takes a lot of time to find them out.

"And I can't fly..."

This is a problem, but Charles believes that the souls of those dragons cannot always fly and land, so he is quite calm about it.

But how to find them?

With this problem, he kept walking here to observe, and when he accidentally left a bald figure, he suddenly had a clue.

"I can't find it, it doesn't mean someone can't find it..."

He murmured, quietly approaching the figure who was moving forward from behind, and then reached out and patted his shoulder, "Hello."

Hearing the sound, the other party was obviously stunned, and then turned his head with excitement on his face—

A familiar picture appeared.

After realizing that Charles looked like, despite the long time apart and despite the dressing "strange and weirdness", he still recognized who Charles was at a glance, so his excitement suddenly turned into horror. Then he moved his steps and turned around and ran away.

However, at this time, it was no better than before. Facing the soul body that was running away quickly, Charle just raised his eyebrows and did not raise his steps to chase him. Instead, he stood there slowly. His eyes were fixed on the other party's running back, and his black eyes instantly turned into pure and magnificent blue!

As he watched, a unique force grew, and a layer of white frost visible to the naked eye quietly emerged from the escapee's "legs" and spread to the whole body, and the other party ran slower and slower.

In the end, the runner was completely wrapped in white frost, and his feet were slowly and staggering as he lifted his feet. Not to mention running, it was very difficult to walk even if he walked.

So the other party had no choice but to turn around tremblely. Facing Shire, he was trembling with "freezing" all over, and a smile barely squeezed out from his round face.

"This, this big, sir, okay, long time no see..."

This is Varis, the head of King's Landing intelligence officer who was shot to death by Charles.

Charles smiled and stepped forward to the other side. He didn't say anything, just staring at him quietly, as if waiting for something.

He wasn't pretending to be a fool. In fact, he was waiting for the other party to recover. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to communicate with each other stutteringly.

A certain feature of the Long Night Lord can make Charles look at the target with his eyes and freeze the target.

However, this talent is not so much a spirituality as it is released with both eyes. The eyes are just the only channel of spirituality in the body.

And the body and mind actually represent the body and spirit.

So he can release it in the state of a spirit body, so the other party's spirit body will be covered with white frost.

Of course, being covered with white frost is not a big freeze. But the ability has just been acquired now, just like the long night is coming. In fact, it only has good potential and the actual effect is just that.

Charles was not disappointed with this, after all, no one could become fat in one go.

He stared at the other person quietly, and after a while, he spoke: "So, can we have a good talk now?"

"Everything depends on the orders of the lord." The bald man, who had recovered, had already adjusted his mindset and answered respectfully.

"I want you to find a few big guys for me." Shire said straight to the point: "You should know what I'm talking about."

Hearing this, Varis blinked and then said humbly: "Of course, are you talking about dragons? The villain does know where they are mainly active. In fact, the villain has been observing this, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that can the adults understand some of the difficulties of the villain..." Varis said, with a look of pain and confusion: "The villain can lead the way for the adults, but it's too cold here, no one can communicate and nothing can be done, so... the villain has a small, insignificant request..."

"Please?" Charles raised his eyebrows, but was not confused by the humble and cautious eunuch in front of him. Instead, he still remembered what this person had done.

"It's better to say conditions than to ask for it. Unfortunately, you got one thing wrong."

He snorted softly, and without waiting for Varis to react, he raised his hand and pressed it on the other party's forehead. Under the cover of an invisible force, golden threads of silk threads composed of tiny secret texts immediately appeared around Varis's spiritual body.

The silk thread flashed out like a fishing net, covering all the spirit body of Varis, forming grids. Then, under Shire's "lifting up", the fishing net formed by the secret text suddenly tightened. With a retraction, the opponent's spirit body immediately narrowed down with the inward sinking, rolling and folding, and turned into a card in the blink of an eye.

The card is similar to the fate card that Charles used in the main world, except that the edges are silver instead of gold. The "cartoon" version of the eight-clawed spider is clearly visible. After Charles looked at it a few times, he looked at the face of Varis.

"So, do you want to be obedient or stay in there for the rest of your life?"

The cartoon Varis in the card shook his eyes, as if responding.
Chapter completed!